A candle burns in my window, shining out to the galaxies. Mozart's "Requiem" permeates the silent house.
I sit, pen in hand, remembering Ted Sorenson. He lived in the shadows of great men, JFK, Bobby, Barack, a true friend.
Not looking for fame, but seeking fortune for others. Wanting a better country, a better world.He used words to create ideas of a future that shone brighter than the present.
We all live in the shadow of death. Let us all use our precious moments here as he did, creating a world of hope.
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